here we are,
looking across the planes of reality
into pain and misery
the want for peace and harmony –
could be wearing the disguise of tragedy

sometimes you feel –
you are on the edge of a situation
and you know
you are going to fall off

i am always see you there
but i am afraid to stare
for you,
i would climb the stairway of death
just to taste,
you liquid golden breath

they whisper of the resurrection,
the resurrection of the sixth sense
which was killed by the laws –
of time, space and the mind

how do you feel at night
does the mundane life make you unwell
hold hands with us,
the believers of the golden time

you are the face of love
the one i like too much

i am full of crazy ideas
they are there inside my head
you had better watch out
i listen to every word that is said

losing faith in this world we are living in
losing faith in everything i have got
a distorted reality exists in my head
looking, insanity, he is king
everything has gone to pot